The off-season is rough, we all know it. Suddenly we have to spend our days thinking about our jobs and our kids. It's almost enough to turn a man to drink ... or golf.

So what's a sports fan to do? If you're a baseball or basketball nut, the answer is easy. Crank up Netflix and watch Kevin Costner or Robby Benson (that's right, Robby Benson) do his stuff.

But if you're a tennis fan? The pickings are notoriously horrid. There's Dean Paul Martin and Ali MacGraw making zombified goo-goo eyes at each other in "Players." There's the uncoordinated Kirsten Dunst waving a racquet around in "Wimbledon."

But then there's also that one forgotten classic -- Sam Peckinpah's tennis opus.

You remember Peckinpah, right? Before Quentin Tarantino, Peckinpah was the acknowledged master of graphic, stomach-turning violence. He directed the groundbreaking shoot-'em-up "The Wild Bunch," the insular, unnerving "Straw Dogs" and the underappreciated road picture "Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia."

In the heady early days of the Open era, he also took on the tennis world in a movie so shocking it was never widely released -- "Salad Days," a.k.a, "The Roy Emerson Story." Watch a TV review below...